Erstwhile Acorn

You held me in the palm of your hand, You put me in the Earth, You coddled me: YOU covered me in dirt; anticipating my birth. I put nature’s warm blanket of fluffy, crisp, snow over my head. Crawl into a fetal position, and for the duration of winter I go to bed. Springtime comes, I awake, stretch little arms Towards a yellow strobe. I feel a warmth from this far away, high in the sky; Brilliant Globe. I wriggle newborn tiny toes, in the cool, moist, ground; each one grows. The warm breeze, moves my sapling arms, the sun heats my shoots. From a tiny, tiny acorn, to the Oak I will become; I can trace my roots. Through the years, YOU’VE nurtured me, I’VE grown tall and strong. Pitter-patter, pitter-patter the rain sings to me; a sweet and loving song. Fifty years Together : your old and I’m still young and in my Prime. You rest in a Chaise lounge under my limbs : Shade in the Summer Time.